Quinn

Women and paint colors. The two seemed to be an almost unanticipated blend. Both his wife and daughter eternally held a sort of fascination for choosing those color swatches as if their very lives might be vastly improved in some fashion by an inclusion or absence of color in a highly specific shade. A shade Quinn himself barely remembered. After all, his mind was far more inclined to remember details he deemed important. Decor so evidently not one of them and yet the very notion he had been misguided for some eight hundred years in regards to color still seemed to prompt a frown of consideration to his features. Maybe those colors were better viewed in the dark? Leila was quick to insist that he would surely see them more clearly then. Quinn momentarily oblivious to her efforts to simply placate him before Morgan near sweetly interjected her assurance that even vampires could be colorblind. The Beglians gaze narrowed, that argument already upon his lips before Leila spoke, chastising Morgan on his behalf. Quinn momentarily offering his daughter a 'so there' look, his own lips tugging upward in a moment of smugness at having won Leila to his side. Their daughter's efforts with securing that victim, however, so readily rewarded the girl with a rarely offered word of praise. Quinn, after all, was so hardly one inclined to offer such encouragement when it was not due. Morgan, however, had earned his approval with her work tonight. The vampire inclined to consider just how well they had trained her as she hurried off to fetch the flatbed his wife requested of her.

Quinn's own attention returned to assuring their latest victim joined the first within the chosen box, that cardboard beginning to look somewhat....deformed from the bodies inside and yet a box was a box. The clerk at the front of the store was likely inclined not to care so long as that barcode was available for scanning. Those who worked menial jobs were often the most willing to simply overlook minor transgressions such as obscure box shape. They were not paid enough to care. It was Leila's insistence that they needed more boxes however that seemed to draw Quinn's attention then. His wife, after so many years at his side, seemed to have perfected her effort to appear as entirely innocent as they both knew she was not. The glorious woman offered him the very kind of smile he was inclined to fall for over and over again as she declared they had a need for patio furniture. One eye rose ever so slightly, Quinton eyeing his way dubiously. Just how much did she intend to spend on this apparent necessity? Money was, perhaps, no object and yet even so- Leila had a habit of getting attached to furniture she liked. His wife would undoubtedly desire to bring it when they inevitably moved again. Quinn so assuredly the one to be charged with moving it. Leila was quick to insist she had hardly looked at the price, Quinn's eyes rolling loosely.

"Of course, why would you do a thing like that?"

His words held a distinct tease and yet he so hardly moved to forbid her that furniture she desired. Happy wife- happy life. How very true he had learned that adage to be over the years. That she required that furniture in a burgundy shade however was vastly more surprising to the vampire. After all, she had never seemed to have a strong like for that color- had she? Leila's assurance that it was exactly like their wall in Germany prompted a look of surprise to Quinns features once more. Women....remembered unusual things he was certain. His very suggestion that blue would surely be better- if only because it reminded him of their honeymoon (a night worth remembering) seemed to coax a gasp of delight from his wife. One that prompted a simper to his own lips at her enthusiasm for the memory. They should go back, she declared, the locals finally having made use of the lake's natural hot springs.

"That is a trip I would be delighted to take."

He assured her softly, his golden gaze shifting to search briefly for Morgan. Surely she should be back by now. Leila's assurance she had found someone to play with coaxed a soft chuckle from the vampire lips. How very sure he was that Morgan would be able to find a plethora of 'someones' to play with in a place such as this. So long as she did not attempt to stuff another body in that box however, all would surely be well. Morgan, as if on cue, seemed to appear a moment later with a flatbed in hand. Quinn's threat to talk more loudly about their honeymoon seeming to have managed to summon her from the depths of the store as he had suspected it would. Her assurance most people just text now was met with a lift of his shoulders.

"You know how I feel about texting. It's so impersonal."

Technology would forever be a source of aggravation within their household. Quinn's refusal to accept most forms of it often the bane of his wife and daughter's existence. Was it truly his fault that he enjoyed the finer things in life? The older things that were far more reliable? Modern technology was.....glitchy at best. Morgan's musing upon the color of paint and mood was quickly dismissed by Leila. Mortals alone were influenced by colors. Their own immortal species so evidently far beyond such mundane things. Leila spun excitedly to face them both a moment later, holding a blue tile she declared had...something to do with winter- before producing a second one for Morgan in a color Quinn would simply have called 'green' but apparently represented a 'secret garden'.

"They are both excellent."

Ah, how readily he knew how to play that role that was expected of him. His job in this so simply to delight his wife. The pressing manner of his own hunger however was so readily beginning to tug at him. Those victims smelled delightful. Quinn was eager to enjoy them while they were still warm.

"If you ladies have finished examining your colors, I think we should collect the paint and the furniture and make our way to the register. I plan to enjoy my meal while it's still warm. Morgan, see to getting the paint your mother wants. Leila, make sure we have all the furniture you require and I will meet you both at the front with our...box's."